Picking the Lint

As growth & age sets upon my locks.

Memories arise as the sun shines.

Almost 5 years to the evening of July 31st.

A misty night in New Orleans, I was 1-strand twisted into my element.

Felt anew life had grown around me on St. Charles.

The French Quarters embraced my life & time escaped in the events of the Junior Olympics.

I was in my youth.

Now we are grown, & that grown speaks for more than just age & time.

These years have built many lessons of strength & discipline to my soul.

A certain strength that doesnt speak for the bleached & processed of the world.

My natural makes me proud & that doesnt encourage shame of prejudice for the other crew. I can not speak for you.

5 years brings comments & compliments for the strand lines that stick out among the crowd.

There's a beauty & essence that serenades the eyes of those watching.

Free flowing, fresh twisted natural browns.

Tints more multicolored than a box of dye can produce.

I am of Earth, Moon, Wind, & the Stars.

Natural by the womb & back by rebirth.

A mission of teachings that lectures cant note. This is practice making perfect imperfections.

I am who I am because of the lessons I taught to me.

No references, just research & enforce... Life into me.

A new spirit not drained by the chemical romance.

More than just diet for my stomach, my soul gets nourished.

Nutrition & vitamin D from my sunlight.

H2O from the Earths water to pour,

into my veins & pores.

In strength & wonder, i've built my exterior to match & coincide wth my interior.

Yet from this planet, I am not.

I am the supernatural light that shine from Neptune. I am a Star, behind the Sun.

Today I sit, gathering my thoughts, length from side to side, heated in warmth. Changing colors, changing mood.

Pulling strand by strand, examing my beauty, my purpose.

Picking the Lint.